"Not really," Ingun whined. She had never begged before in her life. She had always gotten what she wanted growing up. If someone was foolish enough to deny her, all she had to do was find one of her brothers or her mother and they would take care of the problem for her.
Her dress suddenly shredded as Mercer ripped it open. She could feel his fingers digging into the cloth before it was torn apart. Her breasts fell free from her sundered breast band. The cold air made her nipples immediately harden and goosebumps run up her chest.
The young woman screamed in surprise. Her hands flew out, blindly seeking for Mercer's face to slap him, but she found no purchase. Mercer's laughter made her anger flare. How dare he? This was her home and she was a Black-Briar. No one messed with someone from her family.
Her crow of triumph when she finally landed a glancing blow was short lived when Mercer returned the gesture with a full handed slap. She reeled as she almost lost her balance. The only reason she didn't fall was Mercer grabbed her wrist and hauled her up and into his arms.
It was bizarre to hover three feet over the ground as Mercer carried her further into the house. Ingun cried out in pain when he dropped her rudely onto the dining table. Her skirt flew over her hips as her feet were pulled out from under her.
"What are you doing?" Ingun cried. It looked like her legs were dangling wildly in the air as she was half pulled off the table. Mercer's fingers were digging into her hips painfully as her underclothes fell apart into small strips of cloth. It looked like he had sliced them off.
"Disciplining you," Mercer growled. "Apparently you didn't learn enough at the store."
His cock slammed into her, giving her no time to prepare or adjust to his enormous girth. Ingun screamed, knowing no one would hear her. Mercer set a mercilessly fast pace as he rocked into her. The table shook from their mass as the thief fucked the alchemist.
"This is what you wanted, wasn't it, Ingun?" Mercer taunted. His hands were everywhere touching her, ripping the remains of her clothes off her, squeezing, pinching, and pulling. "You wanted my cock in you and that's why you drugged me. You wanted me to use you over and over until you couldn't walk."
"Yes, oh yes, please, please, more," Ingun babbled. She was answering mostly because she thought that's what Mercer wanted. It was hard to think as she scrambled to find some sort of hold on the hard table's surface. Her legs wrapped around the older man, making an odd "O" shape in the air. He was so hard, so fucking hard.
"I'm going to fuck you like you want, you dirty little whore," Mercer promised darkly. "You don't need to drug me if you want my cock. I'll gladly use it on you any time." His hands left imprints in her fair skin as he held her down.
Ingun screamed hard enough to hurt her throat as she came, but Mercer didn't stop or slow down at all. He kept fucking her roughly as he pulled her legs higher. "Please, stop," she asked, but if he heard her, he didn't answer.
"We're nowhere near done," Mercer chuckled. He withdrew from Ingun only long enough to flip over onto her stomach. Then he was in her again, fucking her hard, uncaring that she was already tighter post orgasm. "I have to make sure you get your fill of me."
"Oh gods," Ingun moaned as she held onto the table. She was peaking again already. Her orgasm ran through her body, leaving her feeling weak and boneless.
And still Mercer didn't stop.
She was rolled onto her side, her left leg held up high in the air. Mercer's hand held her ankle to keep her from moving away as he thrust into her over and over. Ingun had no idea how he was maintaining for so long, but she was starting to hurt from how long and violently he had been slamming into her. She arched into his form as a third hard orgasm crashed through her again.
"Please, please stop, please," Ingun cried, tearing running down her cheeks. It felt so good, but it hurt so damn much too. She wasn't sure she could deal with another forced orgasm. "I'll do anything you want, but only if you'll stop."
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Re: Mercer Frey x Ingun Taking Care of Business: Blindsighted 3/?
Date: 2013-04-04 05:13 am (UTC)Her dress suddenly shredded as Mercer ripped it open. She could feel his fingers digging into the cloth before it was torn apart. Her breasts fell free from her sundered breast band. The cold air made her nipples immediately harden and goosebumps run up her chest.
The young woman screamed in surprise. Her hands flew out, blindly seeking for Mercer's face to slap him, but she found no purchase. Mercer's laughter made her anger flare. How dare he? This was her home and she was a Black-Briar. No one messed with someone from her family.
Her crow of triumph when she finally landed a glancing blow was short lived when Mercer returned the gesture with a full handed slap. She reeled as she almost lost her balance. The only reason she didn't fall was Mercer grabbed her wrist and hauled her up and into his arms.
It was bizarre to hover three feet over the ground as Mercer carried her further into the house. Ingun cried out in pain when he dropped her rudely onto the dining table. Her skirt flew over her hips as her feet were pulled out from under her.
"What are you doing?" Ingun cried. It looked like her legs were dangling wildly in the air as she was half pulled off the table. Mercer's fingers were digging into her hips painfully as her underclothes fell apart into small strips of cloth. It looked like he had sliced them off.
"Disciplining you," Mercer growled. "Apparently you didn't learn enough at the store."
His cock slammed into her, giving her no time to prepare or adjust to his enormous girth. Ingun screamed, knowing no one would hear her. Mercer set a mercilessly fast pace as he rocked into her. The table shook from their mass as the thief fucked the alchemist.
"This is what you wanted, wasn't it, Ingun?" Mercer taunted. His hands were everywhere touching her, ripping the remains of her clothes off her, squeezing, pinching, and pulling. "You wanted my cock in you and that's why you drugged me. You wanted me to use you over and over until you couldn't walk."
"Yes, oh yes, please, please, more," Ingun babbled. She was answering mostly because she thought that's what Mercer wanted. It was hard to think as she scrambled to find some sort of hold on the hard table's surface. Her legs wrapped around the older man, making an odd "O" shape in the air. He was so hard, so fucking hard.
"I'm going to fuck you like you want, you dirty little whore," Mercer promised darkly. "You don't need to drug me if you want my cock. I'll gladly use it on you any time." His hands left imprints in her fair skin as he held her down.
Ingun screamed hard enough to hurt her throat as she came, but Mercer didn't stop or slow down at all. He kept fucking her roughly as he pulled her legs higher. "Please, stop," she asked, but if he heard her, he didn't answer.
"We're nowhere near done," Mercer chuckled. He withdrew from Ingun only long enough to flip over onto her stomach. Then he was in her again, fucking her hard, uncaring that she was already tighter post orgasm. "I have to make sure you get your fill of me."
"Oh gods," Ingun moaned as she held onto the table. She was peaking again already. Her orgasm ran through her body, leaving her feeling weak and boneless.
And still Mercer didn't stop.
She was rolled onto her side, her left leg held up high in the air. Mercer's hand held her ankle to keep her from moving away as he thrust into her over and over. Ingun had no idea how he was maintaining for so long, but she was starting to hurt from how long and violently he had been slamming into her. She arched into his form as a third hard orgasm crashed through her again.
"Please, please stop, please," Ingun cried, tearing running down her cheeks. It felt so good, but it hurt so damn much too. She wasn't sure she could deal with another forced orgasm. "I'll do anything you want, but only if you'll stop."